Mo Qingli could only powerlessly collapse onto the bed with some degree of vexation, thinking to herself: how come a ten-thousand year old jiangshi like me, after possessing the body of a mortal, would become so useless, unexpectedly almost being “eaten” by another mortal? She kneaded her eyebrows. This mortal man was really too impure; thinking of the scene that had just occurred, Mo Qingli’s face couldn’t help but turning a scarlet color.
Although, that kissing sensation really was fantastic. It was even more exciting then sucking blood.
“Princess.” From outside the door, Yue Yao’s voice resounded.
“Enter!”
“What news is there?” Mo Qingli, who had just tricked Feng Chenling into leaving with a great deal of difficulty, was both physically and mentally exhausted. Languidly lying on top of the soft couch, her long, inky-black hair spread out all over the couch, a pair of deep and profound eyes glanced at the now-kneeling Yue Yao, an indifferent voice revealing a small hint of exhaustion.
Both of Yue Yao’s knees were on the ground as she kneeled, respectfully saying: “The eldest princess has sent you an invitation, to the House of Ministers.”
“Brothel?” Mo Qingli’s voice held some astonishment.
(The word for brothel (青楼) is a homophone for House of Ministers.)
“Answering the princess, yes.” Yue Yao’s eyes were lowered as she continued to speak: “The eldest princess said that she awaits you there tonight.”
Mo Qingli secretly sneered to herself, her languid expression immediately swept away, inside her pitch black pupils a golden-red bloodthirsty light flashing through. I don’t go looking for you, but you conveniently deliver yourself to my doorstep. Good! I want to let you know, the consequences for harming one of my people.
With the assistance of Yue Yao, Mo Qingli descended the carriage, lifting both her pupils. A two-story delicately crafted building stood in front of her line of vision. Written on a board attached to the wall was: House of Ministers.
Only now did Mo Qingli suddenly realize, that it turned out that it was actually this “House of Ministers.”
Outside the building were tied bright multicolored banners. A few delicate-looking men that wore extremely revealing clothing that revealed their pale, almost wheat-colored skin, cast coquettish gazes towards the passing women. Those who had more courage went so far as to wrap around the arms of the female passerby, speaking in soft, flirtatious tones.
A slightly older man who was wearing a copious amount of makeup, at seeing Mo Qingli, took a double take, a stunned expression flashing through his eyes. Something seemed to be different about her, her ordinary face unexpectedly having become more charming. Tao Yi immediately hurried to walk to Mo Qingli’s side, flirtatiously laughing as he raised his hands to wrap around Mo Qingli’s elbow, flatteringly saying: “Really~~ Sixth Princess, you’ve finally arrived! Tao Yi really missed you to death!”
“Let go.”
“Ah?” Tao Yi wasn’t sure if he had heard her words correctly, opening his mouth in question.
“Let, go!”
Mo Qingli didn’t react in the shy manner Tao Yi remembered her to have done before. Instead, unexpectedly her gloomy expression was enough to terrify people, her entire body emitting a chilly aura. Tao Yi couldn’t help but release his hold on her elbow, retreating back two steps.
However, with a profession like his, he naturally reacted very quickly. He inwardly thought about this matter in his heart, deciding that it must be because the sixth princess hadn’t been given face by her own family, that her mood was not very good right now. Although this sixth princess was about to be bullied in this meeting, it was not something that he, a mere man from the House of Flowers, could do anything about and risk offending his superiors.
Tao Yi did not pay any further attention to this matter. Immediately, he produced a large smile on his face, saying, “Come, will the sixth princess please come this way, the eldest princess awaits you in the upper room.”
Mo Qingli and Yue Yao followed Tao Yi up the second floor to an enormous, luxuriously decorated private room. Inside, four scantily dressed males were wrapped around a single woman in the middle of the room, one embracing her, one holding her in his arms, one leaning on her, one sitting by her side.
“Eldest Princess, the Sixth Princess has arrived!” Tao Yi, towards the woman who was lying on her side on the couch, called in an extremely fawning tone.
Mo Qingli coldly looked towards the woman on the couch. On the woman’s pretty and delicate face was the obvious paleness that came from excessive debauchery, and her upper torso was unclothed.
She, was that Mo Qingyu!
Hehe… was this an invitation to watch a so-called “erotic show” for free? Mo Qingli’s hands clenched, carefreely leaning against the door frame, the corner of her mouth lifting in a smirk as she watched.
Yue Yao stood behind Mo Qingli, her face scarlet, her hands entangling with each other nervously, not daring to raise her head to look. After all, she herself was still a bachelorette, and had never been met with these types of situations.
“Oh…” Mo Qingyu’s mouth emitted a comfortable sound, turning around her body to glance at the Mo Qingli who was still standing at the entranceway. Inside her eyes was only a cold apathy, insipid, as if all the darkness in the world was incapable of affecting her.